Saturday, January 27, 2018


January 26, 2018

Made it through rehearsals. Bought groceries. Real work is still beyond me, except that I did write a poem.

Want to contact Stewart and ask him Why the Hell the Recessed Lighting? One of 2 things (the other being too few electric outlets) that irk me about this house.  Changing a spent bulb is an ordeal, one which only my tiny hands make possible.

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